You may say you do not believe me
Listen
Hear the whispers in the tree

As it bends in the wind
The way it contorts
The way it might bend

Winds of change blow upon our face
Mostly mine
In our new found grace

I ready the sails for this ship to sail
Into bliss, straight out of hell

My mind trembles of memories lost
The hell we went through
We both paid the cost

I'll pay the ferry toll to the other side
Just to have one more chance
A hope, a gleam
For our worlds to collide

Within this thought is a timely pace
Things prudent
Something our minds can not erase

That moment of extacy sitting in our minds
When the heart searches
Bliss is what it finds

Entering the sanctuary of my mind may lead to perils of unknown magnitude.......... hold on and embrace the ride. Feel the tolls as we pass from existance into my sought domain of twisted reality. -negatv: 5/05-

If I changed anything I have done in my life I wouldn't be me. Personally, I kinda like me. I'm an asshole, but I'm my kind of asshole.

Friends are what help me guide myself through life. I just have to find the right direction first. -negatv- 10/06